There was once a civilization where shape shifting humans lived peacefully. All that change when a group of poachers invaded their kingdom, and took many of the people captive for personal gains. As the many species are scattered everywhere, two young orphaned cubs, a werelion named Hunter and a weretiger named Montoya, who had escaped from slavery embark on a journey along the Werebeast Princess Susan, her ladies in waiting, Charlotte, two werewolves, Selene and Demetri, two weredragons, Manola and Enrique and a young wereowl named Wendy to find the mastermind behind this business and restore what's left of the Werebeast Kingdom.
Waking up in the body of a Romani Archiman is acceptable. Getting 3rd and 1st True Magics is nice. Getting Beasts as pets - delightful. The world of DxD is unforgivable. It's a world where some teenagers who aren't even two decades old somehow mystically defeat the descendants of legendary heroes, ancient demons, powerful dragons, etc. Why does this happen? Simply because! Simply put, this world only makes sense because it doesn't. And now, I have to put up with the fact that I live here. Such pain. (DxDxMulti)